At this moment, Shang Ruyi forgot to breathe, forgot any movement; she only felt a heat, a chill, intertwined like ice and fire across her body.
Hot were those hands that roamed her body, forcefully tearing at her already thin clothes; cold were the fragments of fabric that danced like butterflies, falling before her eyes, exposing skin that trembled slightly in the cool air.
Then, a hand gripped her chin.
In the dim light, his breath, carrying his essence, blew hot on her face, like flames patrolling their territory, with eyes equally burning staring at her, unblinking, as if wanting to ignite her body until only her soul remained.
Only then, can the souls of two people face each other sincerely.
Only then can they understand what she thought.
Yu Wenye said, "Ru Yi."
"...Hmm?"
